Chapter 720

After listening to Ye Feng's words, Wu Sheng's Avatar burst into laughter.

"Kill me?"

"Hahaha..."

"You just have good defense, but your combat power has just entered the level of four turn quasi saint. How can you kill me?"

"It's useless to talk big!"

"Even if the holy incarnation can't kill you, in the future, when I recover the loss, there will be more and stronger incarnations in the lower boundary. As long as you haven't become holy, you will assassinate you again and again!"

"Until... The day you die!"

The voice of the fog Saint Avatar was as cold as ice.

"Hum! You'll know later. " Ye Feng carries his hands and his thoughts fly in his mind.

He does have a way.

At the beginning, he fought with xiaocangtian. This person has not entered a quasi saint, but he can temporarily integrate the blood of the ancient dragon with the power of the ancient spirit, and the combat power soared five times!

This method is worth trying.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng's body flashed and appeared in front of the fox concubine and Liufeng, protecting them in the invincible defense of the holy form.

"Die!"

The incarnation of the fog saint is indomitable.

He waved his arm hard, clenched the continuous fog spear, like crazy, and constantly attacked Ye Feng.

However, no matter any attack, it will automatically collapse when it is three meters close to Ye Feng.

"I have three minutes!"

Ye Feng said in secret.

He stretched out his hand and a spirit bead of Fengyuan appeared above his palm.

Although Fengyuan Lingzhu was promoted to the best Lingbao, its occurrence rate was much lower with the sharp rise of Ye Feng's strength.

But today, Ye Feng knows that it is necessary.

Whistling!

The sound of a strong wind swept through.

The spirit bead of Fengyuan began to release its breath.

The next moment.

There are five different colors of breath around Ye Feng, namely, the power of golden ancient heroes, the power of black killing, the power of light golden faith, the power of translucent God and the power of golden sun.

These five forces are powerful.

"Huh?"

The fog Saint Avatar was stunned.

Five kinds of vitality?

Did Ye Feng not enter the quasi Saint level at all?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Before entering the quasi saint, you can burst out the combat power of nearly four turn quasi saint. If you enter the quasi saint, what can you do?

Isn't it going to blow up the sky?

The fog Saint avatar took a breath.

"Five Qi Chaoyuan, congealing!"

Even though the power of faith has not reached the level of heaven emperor, Ye Feng can't manage so much.

Bang!

With the power of killing and the power of ancient heroes colliding, Ye Feng's side is like a star exploding. If he were not in the form of holy God and invincible defense at the moment, he would definitely blow himself up.

"Give it to me!"

Ye Feng's hands contain the power of invincible defense, which suppresses this shock wave and turns the power of killing and the power of ancient heroes into a dark golden airflow.

Under great pressure, he succeeded!

"What a strong breath!"

Whether it is the incarnation of the fog saint or the flowing wind, you can detect the majestic energy contained in this mysterious air flow.

Even Ye Feng was surprised.

"Continue to give me integration!"

He integrated the power of the sun, the power of God and the power of faith, and broke out a wave of terror that even the holy land could not stop.

Click!

The void was completely broken up because it could not bear this force, and became a black heterogeneous region extending for hundreds of miles.

With Ye Feng's continuous use of invincible defense, these five powerful smells finally merged into a translucent golden vortex under the subtle control of his heart of wisdom and quietly suspended in the air.

"You... How can you integrate?"

"The integration of vitality should not come in order. How can you throw it all in at once?"

The fog Saint avatar looked at this scene and was silly.

From the golden whirlpool, he could feel the breath of destruction.

Even if their own body comes, they may not be able to withstand it and will be crushed into powder.

"I never play cards according to the routine!"

Ye Feng looked at the fog Saint avatar with startled appearance for the first time in the distance. The corners of his mouth grinned and stretched out his hand to grasp the golden vortex.

Buzz!

A sword handle automatically extended from the golden vortex and fell into Ye Feng's hand. He grabbed it and pulled it out slowly.

In this process, the golden vortex continues to shrink.

When the long sword was completely out of its sheath, the golden vortex completely disappeared and became a golden three foot long sword.

Its shape is noble and atmospheric!

A supreme power of the emperor slowly dispersed and completely suppressed the void.

Better than the incarnation of the fog saint, I can't move.

"It's over!"

He anticipated that he would die.

Although it's just an avatar, if ye Feng kills it, the body will still suffer trauma and take time to heal.

"What a domineering and noble sword!"

"This is the emperor of the sword, supreme!"

Liufeng's iron sword trembled constantly, as if he had met his ministers and the emperor. He couldn't lift the slightest resistance at all.

"Yes, this is the emperor's sword."

Ye Feng looked at the noble sword which was made of five kinds of vitality, and could feel the terrible smell inside. According to Liu Feng's sigh, he named the sword Shenghuang sword.

Looking at the fog Saint avatar in the distance, Ye Feng smiled.

At this time, the divine form has the last minute left.

"When I practice hard for a period of time, I will enter the hanging mountain. The first person to sacrifice the sword is your body!"

"Die!"

Ye Feng waved the emperor's sword.

A bright and domineering sword Qi flew across the sky, splitting the fog field and crushing the fog saint's Avatar into nothingness.

Then, the sword Qi cut into the air.

With the power of sweeping the world, it divides the sky of mainland China into two.

This moment.

Whether at the ends of the earth or in the center of the inland, all creatures look up and can see that the sky is separated by a golden sword scar, revealing a black cosmic starry sky.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and wondered who cut such a terrible sword.

long time.

The sword Qi dissipated slowly.

A hundred thousand miles high.

Ye Feng withdrew from the holy God form, but the holy emperor sword in his hand was still held by him, with no sign of collapse.

"Headmaster, this sword is so powerful!"

Princess Hu looked at the holy emperor's sword and wanted to touch it, but she didn't dare.

"I risked my life and the vitality sword condensed by the method of five Qi Dynasty yuan is certainly strong!"

Ye Feng smiled.

Shenghuang sword can be separated by him and become those five vitality again, but Ye Feng doesn't think it's necessary for the time being.

After all, the process of integrating the emperor's sword is too difficult.

If it were not for the invincible defense in the form of the Holy Spirit, even a holy land would disappear under the shock wave generated by the fusion process.

"However, when I want to attack the quasi saint and the holy land, I still have to break up the saint emperor's sword."

Ye Feng said in secret.

The power of faith has not reached the level of emperor, and the holy emperor sword fused at this time is not the strongest form.

Ye Feng decided that after the power of faith in the holy pool reached the level of the emperor of heaven, he would dissolve the Shenghuang sword and impact the quasi holy and holy land with these five vitality.

"Let's go, go back!"

Ye Feng took the emperor's sword behind him and fell to the ethereal peak.

"OK." The fox imperial concubine carried the Hunyuan stick and followed her skillfully without any hesitation.

Liufeng looked at Ye Feng's back.

He suddenly felt that Ye Feng was too strong. He didn't need a protector at all. Was it really useful to stay in the ethereal sect?

But he followed.

Since he chose to be Ye Feng's protector, as long as Ye Feng didn't drive him away, he would always stay in the ethereal sect.

Hanging mountain.

"Poof!"

A figure hiding in the fog vomited blood.

"Damn Ye Feng!"

The fog Saint clapped the armrest of the throne angrily, and a heart rending roar came out of his mouth to vent his anger and fear.

He never thought that Ye Feng should be so terrible!

That sword shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods. Even if it was his noumenon, he was not fully sure to take it.

"How can there be such a terrible demon in this world?"

The fog made him tremble.

Fortunately, this time he just went to an incarnation. If the noumenon came, did he fall at the moment?

The fog Saint thought more and more surprised.

He was vaguely afraid.

If it weren't for fear of the afterthoughts of heaven and didn't dare to come to the mainland of China, today might be his end.